Sir Pentious Human Form Novels & Stories

] [STATUS: PREPARING EXHUMATION. A human man in a tailored black suit stood on the ridge, a gold pen in his hand. He wasn't looking at the King. He was looking at the statue on the throne. He clicked the pen. "Beautiful," the human whispered into his collar-mic. "She’s finally ripe for the harvest. Send in the Architects." In the Grand Hall, the statue’s stone fingers twitched—just a fraction of a millimeter.

The Figure asked when The Image stopped. Silence. “Who are you?” The Figure’s skin was moist. “I am your god.” It said. The Figure’s face wore confusion. The only illumination in the empty space; the bulb, went dead. The whole room was swallowed by darkness “Confess me as your Lord and Savior.” “NEVER!” A sudden chill filled the air. “Pity.” There was a thud. The Image screamed. “Stop it! Why are you tormenting me?” “If only you had agreed from the beginning, you would’ve still been whole. But now, you are… below human. Why do you prove to be stubborn?”

One man was crawling and trying to get away and Penelope squinted at the maidservants as she folded her arms over her chest. "Will you just stand there and let him get away or you'll do something?" Agonizing cries could be heard coming from the kitchen as the maids ganged up, slipped the man's trousers down to his thighs, and wiped his bum red with spatulas and whatever they could find. Penelope upon seeing this smirked. However, everything stopped when the man's companions who had heard his cries, poured into the kitchen. A few in their human forms were slipping out their swords from their sword belts, whilst the ones who had taken the form of their wolves growled at them.

' And you're human, shouldn't you know how to get back in your form,' she retorted. ' You little-' I felt hands in my fur. Azriel was touching me, he was still in awe of my form and height. " Just take a deep breath and close your eyes, concentrate on being human and you will be," he instructed. I closed my eyes and pictured my human features, soon, I heard the breaking of bones and I was standing naked in my human form. Azriel didn't turn away, his gaze was on my face, and slowly he went further down. I gasped at his shamelessness.

As if the light's mere presence was enough to give the void a quality, a texture, a sense of being observed by something that cared about what it saw. And sitting beside the light, cross-legged in the nothing, with the patient stillness of someone who had been waiting in a waiting room for nine billion years, was a figure. Small. Perhaps five feet tall. Neither male nor female, neither old nor young. Its form was not physical. It was potential. Raw, undifferentiated potential that had been compressed into a roughly humanoid shape by the sheer force of wanting to be seen. It looked up at Jack and Marcus with eyes that contained no anger. No hunger. No malice.

Following a hysterical cackle, that familiar annoying slightly high pitched voice echoed in the arena. The person who spoke emerged from the shadows. He had his eyes covered with a raggedy piece of clothen that used to be white, he was tall and lanky, his back bent, giving him the appearance of a hunchback, the Roman numeral five written in bold italics on his neck and his skin appeared diseased. "So this is your true form, Seth, fifth summon of the Tartarus Klisi clan," Vega said, glaring at him with daggers.

Alysa scoffed “ No,,you look beautiful this way ” “ Thank you lady Kim ” she said with a smile “ So,,I told you the maid who always serve him got fired. And you will be replacing her,,” Lady Kim said “ What?? You never saud I was going to replace her! I can't,, please. You told me yourself that he's very rude and arrogant. How can I face such human? ” Alysa shouted “ Human?? ” Lady Kim asked looking confused “ What do you mean by human,,,is he an animal?? ” Alysa said

Siron turned his head to the side. There, sitting on a chunk of fallen rubble, was Morat’s true form. Not the shadow form, not the handsome human form, nor the half-man half-beast controlled by Alaric. This was his actual spiritual form, just as Siron had seen in the vision, but now in terrifying three dimensions. A human silhouette, but composed of pitch-black darkness swirling like thick smoke. Inside it, flashes of golden light occasionally flickered, like trapped stars. His face held no clear details, only two steady points of golden light, his eyes, and a mouth that looked like a jagged tear. The body was tall, gaunt, and radiated an aura of profound sorrow and suppressed power.

With his focus solely on reaching the core of the valley, he couldn't afford to waste time dealing with them. "I didn't expect these lights to fail in trapping you. In that case, I'll have to intervene personally. I am invincible, after all," a deep voice resonated from the valley's depths. Adrian chuckled in response. "You? Who do you think you are? Claiming invincibility in front of me is absurd." "Oh? Is that so?" A figure emerged from the shadows. It appeared peculiar, composed entirely of countless phosphorescent lights, resembling a humanoid form, but devoid of any human essence. As the figure materialized, the surrounding lights converged around it, encasing it like stars surrounding

Eric said as he pointed to the communicator. Then the communicator we started to Fritz out of control. Eventually, a hologram of a hooded man with a long cape dress down emerged. On the top of his head, was a strange shaped symbol that reminded me of the Akarri5n age symbol that we saw back in then Academy! Greetings humans and hybrids of Earth! The hooded man said. I am Lord ethos ! Chapter 22: The Demand So I guess this is the part of the story when we meet needs a big mean bad guy that everyone knows it’s pulling the strings right?